Jack stared at the man in front of him, [b]Dungeons and Dragons?[/b] he thought. Taking his hand out from behind his back he kept the knife firmly in his grasp. He took a step to the side and looked over his shoulder. So that he was still facing the man as well as able to see the spectacle behind him. A man waving a makeshift flag, what the hell was happening in this quarry? He heard the man shout back at a girl inside; Jack continued to keep his knife out however it was lowered to his side now. He fell in behind the man as he went back inside and Jack slumped to the floor. The guy was asking about pushing some tables around, and the girl was being as a stubborn as a donkey. He slid a bottle of whiskey he had found out of his pack and unscrewed the top and took a swig. It swam down his throat and his hands, which had been shaking, slowed a bit. Keeping the bottle in his hands he looked at the pair in front of him.

[i]”What’s with the running around and pushing desks? That engine outside is keeping their attention. Name’s Jack, I would offer a drink but this is all mine.”[/i]

He shook the bottle again and took another sip.